Billionaire Baby Deal

Billionaire Baby Deal - Epilogue

EpilogueSix years later... Christmas Eve, Isle Lujo. Diego and I lay together in bed holding each other close.Our children lay in the rooms above ours, fast asleep in their excitement to see what Santa had brought them. My eldest boys, Raphael, Ryker and Hunter were thriving as they grew into the handsome image of their father, their golden skin and stunning silver eyes enthralling. Raphael had indeed kept his golden hair, just as he predicted. They were the most rambunctious boys, always running around in the grounds, catching bugs and putting them in their pockets for later, much to my dismay as our house keeper Katie would scream the place down as she washed. So naughty as they were, I couldn't help but laugh with them as they grew and learned the world around us. Their personalities were infectious. Our next son, Rogan, arrived eight months after our wedding, a nine pounds and three ounces delight as he came squalling into the world, delivered by Dr. Gardener. He too carried Diego's dark features, but those eyes stayed the same shade of blue as my own, setting off his dark features. Two years ago, our beautiful Roman arrived with a mop of golden hair and my blue eyes. Still, like my boys, he resembled Diego's beautiful features and his golden Spanish skin.I currently worked at the aquarium, training to become a marine biologist, much as Diego huffed about me working when pregnant. Venus, my dolphin, had been rehabilitated back into the wild again, but against our predictions, she managed to join the local dolphin pod off the island and now had her own calf. Often, she'd come by our home, splashing to the delight of my children and bask in the attention as she showed off for us.She had became part of our family. The aquarium was thriving, known world wide as the biggest successful conservation park that actually managed to rescue, rehabilitate, and release animals back into the wild. Currently, I was working on a young orca named Aqua, who's mother had died in captivity after her birth. She came directly to us in the hopes of Gypsy, a lonely wild Orca that had been attacked by fishermen and separated from her pod and her calf, would mother her back into the wild. A small noise, rose me from my thoughts as I snuggled into Diego. "I'll go." He murmured, kissing my bare shoulder. He quickly put a pair of pyjama bottoms on and crept up the stairs, careful not to wake our mischievous triplets that had plotted all December to catch Santa delivering their presents.I smiled and stretched, knowing that sound and stood to put a pair of my own pyjamas on. I found Diego in the nursery cradling our tiny seven week old baby girl, Grace. My beautiful little princess arrived at sunset, delivered by Dr. Gardener. She was the sweetest thing with a dusting of blonde hair, her fathers golden skin, my blue eyes, and my bone structure. I was blessed with a stunning family. "She's hungry," I came near Diego as he tried to hush our daughter. "And although she's a daddy girl, when it comes to feeding, mommy has the food."I took my daughter and kissed her golden head as I put her to my breast. We waited for a surprise with our last two children, rather than find out the gender. But I secretly prayed for a daughter, needing more girls around our home. I was beginning to become over-run by the Mendez males.Diego, over-protective as he was, was wrapped tightly around our daughters little finger, often getting her own way with him. She was without doubt a complete daddies girl, knowing her father so well that if she heard his voice, she would raise hell with her lungs until she was in his arms and his alone. I never knew what screaming was, even with three babies crying at once, until my daughter came into the world, raising hell with her powerful lungs.In fact the only time she contently allowed me to hold her when her father was near, was when she was hungry. It was a beautiful thing to see the bond between Diego and Grace. A true father-daughter unbreakable bond between them. Jealousy teased me sometimes as I fondly remembered how I always had the magic touch with my boys. It seemed Grace had gifted Diego with that particular power.Only once since Grace was born had Diego been gone one whole night, and all that night I had paced the floors with my golden haired baby as she wailed for her father. God help Diego as she grew, I thought with a smile. No way would she have gentlemen friends calling. Diego and her brothers would make sure of that. We were well on our way to creating a football team with six beautiful children - five boys, and our little princess.With a burst, the nursery door opened causing my little girl to jump with fright, her mouth latching off my breast as she squealed the nursery down for her father. "Santa's been!" My little terrors came bounding into the nursery full of excitement as they leapt on their father, my little Rogan tugging at my pyjama bottoms crying, "Did Santa bring me presents, too?""Why don't we go find out?" I smiled down at him, his baby blue eyes filling with hope. "Husband, your daughter is calling for you."I giggled as I placed a squawking Grace into his arms, my face falling as Diego simply kissed my head and began rocking his daughter back into content snuffles as she whimpered, familiarising herself with her favourite person. "Obviously, you still haven't learned the power her daddy has, mama!" Diego guffawed, following us as I woke Roman from his slumber and carried him down the stairs, his fist rubbing his eyes as he said "Mama" over and over again. "Oh, I know your powers, papa." I sleazed over my shoulder, glancing back at him. "Every time you use it, you get me pregnant!""Oh, hush you! I may need more daughters if they're this fussy for me - finally!" Diego tapped my behind, kissing my neck, much to Roman's unhappiness as he thrust his hand in Diego's face. "Mine!" He cried, his fingers twirling around my hair as he always done for comfort. I was always his "mine" and he, like my daughter, didn't like his favourite parent being touched by the other."As soon as you're fit, I want you barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen woman!" Diego ordered with a booming laugh as we made our way downstairs. "I am not a brood mare, Mr. Mendez!" I hissed with playful fury, "Your daughters powerful lungs are my new birth control!""Ah, but Gatito, I already planned at least eight children!"I gaped over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes, "I'll agree to one more, Diego! After that, no more!"His palm rubbed my behind, "Well, I guess we will have to make a new deal, Mrs. Mendez! I like to break even numbers, not odds. I will have your proposal on my desk by Monday and we shall negotiate out terms!"I laughed as my husband's eyes lit up as squeaks of delight assailed us. "If I remember correctly, the odds are always in your favour."Already our boys were fighting over who's were who's presents. Diego smiles coyly at me, "And what fantastic odds they were! Boys!" Diego moaned, placing his daughter into the bassinet to break up the fighting and arguing. "Can't you see Santa's already separated everyone's piles up! You're opening your sisters presents.""Girl stuff!" Hunter moaned, clearly un-happy. "Santa thought we were girls!""That's your sisters," I reminded him, redirecting him to his own present pile. Every year since they understood, my boys always got their presents mixed up! It almost seemed as though it became a Christmas tradition!Later that day, as the sun rose over the sky, Martha and Eddie arrived for Christmas dinner, along with Dr. Gardener and his wife Maria, and Bobby and Nicolas and their son Nico and their daughter Raine arrived. Bobby and Nicolas had hired two surrogates to carry their biological children that they raised as their own. They were five coming up, and just the cutest little things ever. They had manners, something my kids often forgot. My broody bunch reminded me of a cross between the Tasmanian Devil and Dennis the Menace. Yes the Mendez house was no longer a peaceful place, but a war zone of squabbling and bickering. But that was my favourite sound. In fact when it was quiet in the Mendez house, something very, very mischievous was happening that involved my triplets usually being grounded or crying on the naughty step, promising to be on their best behaviour (for five minutes until they began squabbling again!). Later that evening after watching a Christmas movie with the whole of our family together, Diego stood up and opened the front door to all of our gasps as a blanket of white surrounded the beach."It's snowing!" My boys howled, racing outside to investigate. They had only ever seen snow in movies. "Mr. Mendez, how could you possibly make it snow on Christmas day in the Caribbean?" I suspiciously kissed my husband, knowing that they boys hopes had been dashed by not catching Santa in the act this year. Instead my wonderful husband had made another of their dreams come true. "That, Mrs. Mendez, is for me to know..." He suddenly picked me up and raced outside, dumping me in the snow. "... And for you to find out!"I laughed as a snowball fight between us erupted, my boys taking sides of their parents and joining in. I burst into a fit of giggles and looked around me as my boys leapt on Diego, knocking him to the ground and trying to bury him in snow, Diego enticing them not to by showing them how to make a snow angel. Spinning around the snow fell on my eyelids as I gazed up to the stars above us. I closed my eyes as I listened to my children's laughter. My gaze fell on Martha, holding my tiny daughter in her hands as Eddie sat Roman against his hip. I laughed as Dr. Gardener drew a picture in the snow, as much to Rogan's fascination."Mama!" Rogan cried, running to me. I swept him up into a tight snuggle and beamed at Martha. I, Alley Mendez, was really the most luckiest woman in the world.